The Heron Dance Art Journal

A Wild Grace

Dawn comes first along the spine of the river
Wood smoke and wet ash, mist.
A gull on a grey stone
         keeping her watch.

And what is faithfulness, if not this?
Climbing up and down the cold white rungs
          the blue ladders of the sea
A long red canoe rounding a difficult point,
                        an uncertain sky

A wild grace spread out to greet you.
       - Cheryl Hellner

For the rest of Cheryl Hellner's poem "A Wild Grace", and Emerson's reflection on a wild line visit:
http://www.herondance.org/wild-grace